In the darkness the shadows come to life,
And the lack of colors creates hidden images.
Night uncovers, skin captive, and I at your rib,
Hypnotized in command of your smell.
In the darkness, the lips of happiness swell,
Hands observe without haste, sounds emphasize,
And all the wind pierces us and passes,
And the sensation does not end, it takes .
In the darkness, I open furrows in my chest,
So that your grace enters into me, your roof, your house,
Rich ritual of intimacy.
In the darkness I put everything in the rhythm,
And instinct takes care of the rest.
In the dark, I squat,
And I instantly expose you to the tremor of a stampede.
I feel your skin as it crawls,
And thus the future is distilled in us.
In the darkness, I take the necessary time,
Time that is not in vain, the time in which we explore ourselves.
We reached the top, and we stayed up there,
Far from the city.
In the darkness, I open furrows in my chest,
So that your grace may enter into me your roof, your house,
Rich ritual of intimacy.
In the darkness, I put everything in the rhythm,
And instinct takes care of the rest.
In the darkness…< br/>In the darkness…
In the darkness…
In the darkness…
In the darkness, I open furrows in my chest,
So that your grace may enter, your grace may enter me. roof, your house,
Rich ritual of intimacy.
In the darkness, I put everything in the rhythm,
And instinct takes care of the rest.
In the darkness, I open furrows in my chest,
So that your grace enters, in me your roof, your house,
Rich ritual of intimacy.
In the darkness, I put everything in the rhythm,
And Instinct takes care of the rest.
In the darkness…
In the darkness…
In the darkness…
In the darkness.

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